Post by KEITH CARDEW on Jan 28, 2018 13:26:43 GMT -5
Tag: CAMDEN HAYNES
NUDGE FOR CHANGES.
NUDGE FOR CHANGES.
The past was never a friendly reminder. Most people looked back on the old days with a sense of nostalgia. Keith couldn't say that he did the same. Granted their were a few bright spots. There were moments... people in his past that he wished he could have spared from the darkness that had consumed him. He had made sacrifices to do so, but whether they truly escaped the plague that had been Keith's past... well, that was another question altogether.
Raife certainly hadn't, and neither had HARRIET CARDEW . He had never wanted any harm whatsoever to befall his niece. Still, it was prideful negligence that had nearly cost the girl her life. Keith would like to think that his ex-wife, Adeline had escaped that past. Still... he could see the signs of ruin even about to settle in upon her. He had made the decision to cut her loose. She didn't deserve to spend years with people whispering behind her back, that she had a convict for a husband and was wasting her life away waiting for him. She didn't deserve that, but ultimately Keith knew he didn't deserve her... not when he had betrayed her so.
Keith knew he wasn't a saint, but even he had made mistakes in the past. More than his fair share perhaps, but there was certainly one that he didn't dare share with anyone. Keith told himself that it was a single night... just one indiscretion, but he knew deep down that it could have easily become so much more.
Moira Haynes. Another time... another life... things could have been different perhaps. But it seemed that even she had thought better of it all. He hadn't said her name aloud in years. In fact, it was only after making a delivery did he realize where he was. Keith had gone to prison, and perhaps Moira had done the smart thing and written him off. He couldn't blame her. It likely saved her a lifetime of heartaches and headaches.
Still, curiosity had gotten the better of Keith. As he walked down the familiar lane, his mind tried to contemplate what he would fine. At this stage... what? A husband doing yard work? Or perhaps even grandchildren? Had it been that long? He paused at the familiar home. There didn't seem to be any immediate indication that someone was home. He moved towards the house and then reached up to knock on the door. He waited... and waited... and still nothing.
He moved towards the nearest window to peek inside. It was dark, and clearly evident that no one was home. He knew that he should walk away... take his leave and never look back. Perhaps this was fate's way of telling him just that. Of course, Keith Cardew didn't learn any lessons quite so easily.
He moved to the letter box, and after doing a casual glance around the area, he reached in and pulled out the latest delivery of post. A great deal of it was marked current resident... simple adverts. The rest of the letters that actually had names, were names he didn't recognize. Still, there was nothing addressed directly to Moira. Had she moved? He was just about to replace the post into the box when he noticed someone approaching. He thought of stuffing the letters inside his jacket, but that could potentially raise about as much suspicion as replacing the post in the box. Instead, he turned and nodded at the young lad with a bit of a smile. "Evening," said Keith warmly. "How's it going?" Perhaps the man was just passing by and was just as eager to get on his way.
Raife certainly hadn't, and neither had HARRIET CARDEW . He had never wanted any harm whatsoever to befall his niece. Still, it was prideful negligence that had nearly cost the girl her life. Keith would like to think that his ex-wife, Adeline had escaped that past. Still... he could see the signs of ruin even about to settle in upon her. He had made the decision to cut her loose. She didn't deserve to spend years with people whispering behind her back, that she had a convict for a husband and was wasting her life away waiting for him. She didn't deserve that, but ultimately Keith knew he didn't deserve her... not when he had betrayed her so.
Keith knew he wasn't a saint, but even he had made mistakes in the past. More than his fair share perhaps, but there was certainly one that he didn't dare share with anyone. Keith told himself that it was a single night... just one indiscretion, but he knew deep down that it could have easily become so much more.
Moira Haynes. Another time... another life... things could have been different perhaps. But it seemed that even she had thought better of it all. He hadn't said her name aloud in years. In fact, it was only after making a delivery did he realize where he was. Keith had gone to prison, and perhaps Moira had done the smart thing and written him off. He couldn't blame her. It likely saved her a lifetime of heartaches and headaches.
Still, curiosity had gotten the better of Keith. As he walked down the familiar lane, his mind tried to contemplate what he would fine. At this stage... what? A husband doing yard work? Or perhaps even grandchildren? Had it been that long? He paused at the familiar home. There didn't seem to be any immediate indication that someone was home. He moved towards the house and then reached up to knock on the door. He waited... and waited... and still nothing.
He moved towards the nearest window to peek inside. It was dark, and clearly evident that no one was home. He knew that he should walk away... take his leave and never look back. Perhaps this was fate's way of telling him just that. Of course, Keith Cardew didn't learn any lessons quite so easily.
He moved to the letter box, and after doing a casual glance around the area, he reached in and pulled out the latest delivery of post. A great deal of it was marked current resident... simple adverts. The rest of the letters that actually had names, were names he didn't recognize. Still, there was nothing addressed directly to Moira. Had she moved? He was just about to replace the post into the box when he noticed someone approaching. He thought of stuffing the letters inside his jacket, but that could potentially raise about as much suspicion as replacing the post in the box. Instead, he turned and nodded at the young lad with a bit of a smile. "Evening," said Keith warmly. "How's it going?" Perhaps the man was just passing by and was just as eager to get on his way.